Royce Da 5'9" - Buzzin' lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah! Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape n***as! Volume two! We back n***as! Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherf**in' name is Uh oh.. [Hook 1] I am (Bzzz) Buzzin', my name and the streets be (Bzzz) Buzzin', the speakers in the jeeps be (Bzzz) Buzzin', til I k** your mother, your brother Three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz) Buzzin' "He ain't really from the hood n***a If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz) I ride with them choppers All day, I dare you to pop up [Verse 1] Blocka, I'm off my rocka Silent. You better off findin, Hoffa I've lost my mind Sick man brought my nine Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!) Industry heads off my grind Centipede leg n***as follow me (Follow me!) Yeah n***a, off that liquor Walk back by him, spit lead to the head, n***as off my mind Go ahead n***a, talk that crime shh Talk that, spark that nine shh, walk that fine Line, in between, talk and sparkin' that nine Rhymin' to be caught in a chalk outline Entire teams get bought, like buy 'em I am, battling the scatter that rather by triumph Breakin' n***as back, we giants David gettin' slapped by Goliath That means that I am, him In the back chillin', that'll be quiet But that don't mean try 'em The gatling's by 'em You have to be blind, to not see the black and green sign Peekin' at no matter who's eyein' Readin' he'd be leavin the baddest dude lyin' In a puddle of some sort of fabulous new science (new science) I done had it here in Babylon I am that dude quietly shootin' that chatter proof iron n***a I am (Bzzz) [Hook 2] Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz) Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz) Buzzin', til I k** your mother, your brother Three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz) Buzzin' "He ain't really from the hood n***a If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz) Buzz him Everything y'all love I'm touchin' Granny gone die, f** em [Verse 2] Bona fide hustler, dude in a tank Do a clown, undo now who a do a n***a can't We will do it til the music ends Do it when it's noon Do it til it's noon again Do it til it's new again Do it til he prove to you, who to you, can't Flow no more, no tool, no shank No rules, no don't do's in the blanks Oh no (Oh no!) won't go a**umin' who you think, gon' blow Won't be leavin here sooner than you think The party ain't over til I'm losin' my drink I'mma couple dollars up from hollerin' "Oo I can't!" Up and at em', til tomorrow while I choose my fate There be dues that I pay while I move wit' my rank (yeah) Move wit' my weight (yeah) Do whoever ain't playin' dead There lonely player, only shoes in the paint I'mma go until there's no more room in the bank I'm just y'all n***as, sittin' on tall figures To the law, need invisible legit small business The minute, the hits is out I figured y'all get it The fickle now admits, just as I spit it I'm the sickest "Good Lord, just hear him Get a good load of him. Hits is hittin like hitler done did 'em" The next villain, tap the n***a next to you Tell him, "I don't like him either. Let's k** him" Ya'll n***as sound crazy (Bzzz) [Hook 2]